Jon saw with his own eyes the murderous look on Lohat's face before it gradually faded away. The hypocritical gentlemanly look once again appeared on his face.
"What are you talking about? I'm not telling the truth. "
Lohat calmed himself down and planned to deal with the child in front of him. He couldn't kill a student. If a student was killed, the Ministry of Magic would find out.
"You don't have to be nervous. I mean you no harm."
In contrast, Jon was much calmer. He was not worried that Lohat would do anything to him.
Because he had Helga's protection, he was not afraid of death nor was he afraid that someone would try to modify his memory.
"This is the Muggle's colony. It's very dangerous to use magic here. So, I think we can communicate peacefully, like just now."
With the initiative in hand, Jon was much more relaxed.
"After hearing so much, I think you are indeed a very smart person. I like to talk to smart people."
Lohat looked at the child in front of him showing maturity beyond his age and gradually loosened his grip on the wand.
As he said, he was very good at reading people's expressions. No matter how good this person was at disguising himself, as long as Jon was not telling the truth, he would be able to see some clues.
But no.
Jon's expression was unusually calm. There was no trace of lying.
And thinking about it with his brain, perhaps this matter was really that simple. At least Jon did not seem to have any ill intentions towards him.
Otherwise, he would not have said so much to him. His past could not be investigated. As long as Jon handed these things to the Ministry of Magic or the Prophet Daily, he would be finished.
"Tell me your conditions."
Lohat took off his sunglasses and looked straight at Jon. "Money, reputation, I can satisfy you as much as possible."
"I don't want any of them."
Jon leaned back on the sofa and tapped his fingers on the table.
"I know you are a very successful Wizard, but I'm just a student, so I don't lack money or reputation. As long as I want to, I can get a considerable amount of fame at any time."
Lohat frowned like a newborn baby, but he had to admit that the child in front of him did seem to have the confidence to say such words.
Which family did this child come from?
Why had he not heard of him before?
Lohat suddenly realized that he had been sitting here for so long, but he did not even seem to have asked the child's name.
Was he bewitched?
Jon did not know that Lohat had begun to guess that he had the Charming blood in his mind. He was just thinking about how to be more tactful.
After all, he still had to ask for Memory Magic.
"To be honest, I'm very impressed with your achievements. Not just any wizard can do what you did, but at the same time, I'm more interested in your specialty."
Lockhart was suspicious. "My specialty? You mean writing? "
"Of course not, I'm talking about your magic specialty. In the field of Memory Magic, you should be ranked in the top five Wizard in the whole United Kingdom."
"Not to that extent."
Lohat did not know what Jon was praising him for, but he always felt that there was a conspiracy.
"I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask, are you interested in coming to my house to be a private teacher?"
...
Lohat was quite absent-minded on the way back to school.
His mind was full of what Jon said to him.
He didn't know where he had gone wrong. Everything that had happened before had been done very secretly, and he hadn't told anyone about these things.
But these things were known by someone, and now it became a threat to him.
It did not seem to be a threat.
If he was just looking for a teacher, why did he come to him?
Unless this matter could not be known by others.
A freshman student had the guts and confidence to come to see him, and he even had a firm grasp of his thoughts. It was obvious that he had been eyeing him for a long time.
He had been wandering around the West for so long, so he naturally knew that some large Wizard families did have this kind of inexplicable tradition.
Moreover..,
A private teacher..,
Often meant that this teacher had other uses for this family.
But other than some false reputation, what else did he have that was worth spying on?
He was vain, but he wasn't a fool.
He knew what could be done and what could not be done. If this matter could not be avoided, then he would not avoid it.
Most importantly, Jon had indeed given him a generous offer.
Money was secondary.
Jon had given him a condition. Although it was still an empty check, it was very moving.
He looked at the note in his hand. On it was the hotel room number.
There was also a name.
Under the beautiful flowery words, there was a very brilliant name hidden.
Jon Smith Hufflepuff.
Hufflepuff.
Not Hufflepuff Academy, but Hufflepuff Family.
At first, he was surprised that Hufflepuff actually had a descendant left in the world, but after that, he was no longer surprised.
Because if it was such an ancient family, then it was not surprising that his affairs would be known by others.
If news of this were to spread, the entire world of adepts would be shaken.
That was the descendant of a living legendary Wizard. Moreover, as long as Hogwarts existed, this surname would never decline.
The students exported by Hufflepuff Academy accounted for almost half of all the Wizards in the British Wizard world.
At that time, as a private teacher, he would definitely receive all kinds of gazes.
That was the life he wanted. Even if it was a jealous gaze, he would feel quite comfortable in his heart.
And when that time came, what kind of novel would he need to write?
He usually spent a lot of money, and the royalties of publishing books were more than he could make ends meet. Otherwise, why would he need to hold signing meetings?
Wasn't it because he didn't have enough money to spend and needed to sell his looks to attract fans?
Now that he had thought it through, there was no way to write a book. It was tiring and hard, and no one could read it and earn money. Sometimes, life was a problem, not to mention that people often came to mock him.
It was better to save enough money for himself first,
When the time came, he could write whatever he wanted,
He didn't have to look at other people's faces to live.
Jon's invitation allowed him to see this opportunity.
After all,
He was not only good at finding targets,
He was also good at finding opportunities.
If God gave him an opportunity and he missed it, that would be really stupid.
And now..,
He already felt..,
His future fame and wealth..,
Seemed to be there..,
Waving at him.
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